Flowers of Bermuda

Flowers of Bermuda - David Coffin

Lyrics by：Stan Rogers

Composed by：Stan Rogers

He was the Captain of the Nightingale

Twenty-one days from clyde in coal

He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale

When he died on the North Rock shoal

Just five short hours from Bermuda

In a fine October gale

There came a cry oh there be breakers dead ahead

From the collier Nightingale

No sooner had the Captain brought her round

Came a rending crash below

Hard on her beam ends groaning went the Nightingale

And overside her mainmast goes

Oh Captain are we all for drowning

Came the cry from all the crew

The boats be smashed

How are we all to be saved

They are stove in through and through

Oh are ye brave and hardy collier-men

Or are ye blind now and cannot see

The Captain's gig still lies before ye whole and sound

And then shall carry all o' we

But when the crew was all assembled

And the gig prepared for sea

'Twas seen there were but eighteen places to be manned

Nineteen mortal souls were we

But cries the Captain now do not delay

Nor do ye spare a thought for me

My duty is to save you all now if I can

See ye return as quick as can be

Oh there be flowers in Bermuda

Beauty lies on every hand

And there be laughter ease and drink for every man

But there is no joy for me

For when we reached the wretched Nightingale

What an awful sight was plain

The Captain drowned was tangled in the mizzen-chains

Smiling bravely beneath the sea

He was the Captain of the Nightingale

Twenty-one days from clyde in coal

He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale

When he died on the North Rock shoal

He was the Captain of the Nightingale

Twenty-one days from clyde in coal

He could smell the flowers of Bermuda in the gale

When he died on the North Rock shoal